I, Qing Huan - Chapter 70

Eight o’clock in the morning.

Qing Huan woke up and moved her thigh a little bit, and she felt pain all over her body, especially in some unspeakable place. She took a small breath, turned her head, and looked at the woman beside her who had chosen to continue lying in bed after the six o’clock node.

Nanyang slept on her stomach without clothes, the quilt only covered her back waist.

Above the thick cotton quilt is a slender waist. Two delicate waists are evenly dotted on the soft and tough areas. Upward, there is a smooth jade-like outline with undulating lines, like mountains and seas. Carefully stretched out his hand, his fingertips slowly stroked that piece of cold and delicate skin, as if moonlight traveled through the snow, with a smooth fit and harmony.

Qing Huan caressed her bare back earnestly, turning her eyes inadvertently, and caught a few ibuprofen scattered on the bedside table.

I remembered last night again.

Nan Yang was very gentle to her, so gentle that it was the first time for her, but the two words that Nan Yang said the most were “strength”. Facts have proved that going to bed is very addictive, whether it is the active one or the enjoyable one. For the first time, she knew that her body could still have such a wonderful rhythm, the feeling of being forced to a critical point, and it was about to break, so that she instantly understood why a person in Nanyang who was so indifferent could not help crying sound.

She was unsatisfied after opening the meat, pestering Nanyang, making her want herself, time and time again.

She was so invested that she completely forgot that Nanyang’s hands still had hidden illnesses. Seeing her eagerness, Nan Yang could only use his right hand, which lacked muscles and bones, because his left hand couldn’t help her. During the process, Nanyang sweated a lot, her eyes were always entangled with broken **** and pain, but she hid it well, and when she couldn’t suppress the pain, she just turned her head away to prevent Qing Huan from seeing her expression. Hum never made it.

After it was over, Nanyang silently took out ibuprofen from the drawer beside it, and only then did Qing Huan discover her abnormality.

Her right hand couldn’t even bend her fingers, and she was trembling nervously. The water on her fingertips reflected the cool night, swaying violently like a dying fish.

Qing Huan was so distressed that she kept holding her and said sorry. Nan Yang just touched her sweaty curly hair, and said softly: “It’s all to blame, my hands are bad.”

Qing Huan said hurriedly: “You are not bad, you are good everywhere.”

Nanyang was silent for a while and said, “I will exercise my left hand well in the future.”

“It’s okay,” Qing Huan hugged her tightly, buried her hot face in her shoulders, “I…I can move it by myself.”

Nanyang still looked guilty, staring at her right hand for a long time without speaking.

The innocent eyes staring at her right hand, Qing Huan only glanced at it, and she would never forget it for a lifetime.

So sad and so distressing.

She pulled the quilt up a bit to cover Nanyang’s back, and she tucked the corners of the quilt with her fingertips. Although she is still a little unwell, she has to get up now, and Nanyang wakes up later, she must have breakfast.

Qing Huan got dressed, washed, put away the leftover lunch boxes and vegetables on the table last night, put them in a big garbage bag and carried them out. When closing the door, she thoughtfully hung a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door handle, so that the cleaning aunt would not enter by mistake and disturb the rest of the people inside.

There is a morning market in the pedestrian street next to the hotel, and various special breakfasts are lively and lively. The pedestrian street in the ancient city is very grounded. Even in such a prosperous section, the decoration is still simple and simple with blue bricks and white tiles. The long chimney turned around, blowing out white smoke one after another. Below the chimney were scattered small tables. Many morning workers sat on low benches and ate together in twos and threes. Hu spicy soup and pork bun.

Qing Huan went to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks. When he went to another store to buy Xiaolongbao, he unexpectedly ran into Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng who had breakfast there.

Qi Yi and Ming Wancheng both turned their backs to her, and no one noticed her coming. She quietly walked over with a smile, and heard that Ming Cheng was reciting ancient poems to Qi Yi from a long distance away.

And Qi Yi lowered his head, holding the steamed bun in one hand and the red pen in the other, correcting an assignment that Cheng wrote tomorrow night.

“Xiaoyi, Acheng.” Qing Huan greeted them.

The two turned their heads at the same time. Tomorrow night Cheng Cheng’s sad little face immediately smiled: “Master? Are you coming for breakfast too?”

“No, I’ll take it back to eat.” Qing Huan pointed to the direction of the hotel, indicating that Nan Yang did not follow.

Qi Yi pulled a small bench, “Come and sit down for a while.”

“Don’t sit down,” Qing Huan shook his head, “If you go back late, things will cover the tide.”

“Hey, you really put your Nan boss at ease,” Qi Yi pushed the gold wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Then we won’t keep you anymore, thank you for the special product you sent over last night, very good eat.”

Tomorrow night Cheng nodded desperately with a bun in his mouth: “Well, it’s delicious!”

Qi Yi said again: “By the way, there is nothing to do today. In the afternoon, let’s go to the supermarket together? After all, we will be on the train in two days. For the three-day and two-night journey, we have to buy something to prepare. Me and Ah Cheng planned to go shopping this afternoon yesterday, do you want to be together?”

“Okay,” Qing Huan agreed without hesitation, “I’ll go back and ask Nan Yang if she wants to, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, then you go back.” Qi Yi waved with her.

“You two should also be careful, Acheng is an artist after all, so be careful to be recognized.”

Qi Yi smiled.

“To tell you, we have been sitting here for an hour,” Qi Yi tweeted and looked at the downcast tomorrow night with pity, “No one recognized her.”

Tomorrow night Cheng is not famous. The filming of “Dance of God” is over, but unfortunately it hasn’t been released yet. There are no shots of her in the announcement of “Honeymoon Together”. She really can’t attract the attention of passers-by now.

“It’s you,” Qi Yi looked at Qinghuan, “Big star, if you stand here a little longer, it’s hard to say.”

Qing Huan stopped chatting any more, and simply bid farewell, and returned to the hotel in the hot morning.

When she entered the door, Nanyang was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. As soon as the door opened, she keenly smelled the scent of rice, and turned her head over with her toothbrush and glanced at Qinghuan.

“In the afternoon, we will go shopping with Xiaoyi Acheng to buy something to eat on the train, okay?” Qing Huan asked.

Nanyang hummed obediently.

“I heard that the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Square is very interesting. I checked it. It is only two kilometers away from our hotel. Why don’t you go shopping in the afternoon?”

“Ok.”

After Nan Yang finished washing, he walked to the table and sat down, watching Qing Huan put breakfast in front of him bit by bit.

“Does the hand hurt?” Qing Huan looked at her right hand resting on her knee.

Nanyang shook his head.

Although she shook her head, Qing Huan still didn’t let her take the chopsticks, but fed them to her personally. Nan Yang was a little bit resisted at first, and seemed to think it was inappropriate, but when Qing Huan scorned her, she didn’t say anything anymore. She obediently opened her mouth to eat anything Qing Huan was feeding.

After breakfast, both of them were still a little tired, so they lay in bed and rested.

Nanyang leaned on the bedside to look at the Kindle, and Qing Huan nestled in her arms to play with her mobile phone. The two talked from time to time, and they were not embarrassed when they were silent. On the contrary, they felt comfortable.

When the time was almost up, Qing Huan went to the sink and put on make-up, and Nanyang also began to put on clothes.

Everything is proceeding in order.

When Nan Yang was buttoning his white shirt, his eyebrows suddenly shook, his body shook, his fingertips slipped, and his nails almost cut his skin.

Again……

why……

Why at this time?

Nanyang gritted her teeth tightly, dizzy in front of her eyes, and hurriedly supported herself by the bed to prevent herself from falling. She took a deep breath, resisting the sharp pain in her heart, and forgot to breathe for a long time.

After a while, she stood up hard and walked slowly to the bathroom door.

“Qing Huan.”

She controlled the tremor of her voice.

Qing Huan was drawing her eyeliner intently, instead of looking at Nan Yang’s expression, she just said, “What’s wrong?”

“If you were to go shopping with Acheng and others alone, would you be unhappy?”

Nanyang’s tone is very careful.

Qing Huan lowered her head and closed the lid of the eyeliner, and replied at will: “Didn’t you agree to go? Of course I want to be with you.”

“……Ok.”

Nan Yang pursed her lips, and said nothing.

When Qinghuan was finished, they held hands and went downstairs to meet Qi Yiming and Wancheng. Several people put on masks, first went to the nearest Yonghui supermarket to purchase, and then went to the Dayan Pagoda Square, two kilometers away, to play.

Nan Yang wore a mask, only showing a pair of moodless eyes. Perhaps she was also such a faint appearance in normal times, so everyone did not notice how she was different today.

But soon, Qing Huan discovered that something was wrong with her.

Nanyang has been touching her left chest with her hands intentionally or unintentionally, sometimes her fingers will stay in her heart for a while, and sometimes she will leave with a gentle rub.

Qing Huan picked up a pack of compressed biscuits and put it into the shopping cart. He glanced at Nan Yang in confusion, and asked her in a low voice, “What’s the matter with you? What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.”

Nan Yang replied calmly.

Tomorrow night Cheng pushed a car of snacks slowly, with a smile on his face: “Master, ancestor, what else do you want to buy?”

“Buying so many snacks, you have to use sack to carry the train, right?” Qing Huan laughed.

“Take these back for a while, and share them with you and Teacher Ziyanbai,” Cheng lay on the shopping cart tomorrow night, dangling like a child. “They will also be distributed to the other girls in the program group. They plan It’s hard to prepare for the game.”

“You really love it.” Qi Yi took a board of Wahaha and threw it to the top of the shopping cart.

Qing Huan smiled and turned to ask Nan Yang: “Look, what else do you want to buy? Motion sickness pills, hats, sunglasses, etc.”

Nan Yang shook his head.

“Then we will go to checkout, put things in the car, and then go to Dayan Pagoda Square.”

As soon as Qing Huan said, she pushed the shopping cart to the checkout counter, and only took two steps. The hand holding the shopping cart was held by another slender hand.

She looked at Nanyang who was holding her, “What’s the matter?”

“I… have something to do, I can’t accompany you.”

When Nan Yang spoke, her voice was a little fuzzy. She habitually bit her tongue under the strong tolerance. At this moment, her mouth was already bloody.

Up to now, it is her limit.

“What’s the matter?” Qing Huan asked subconsciously.

Nan Yang’s throat slipped up and down, and others thought she swallowed, but no one knew that she swallowed a mouthful of blood.

“Private affairs.”

She couldn’t say any more words now.

Qing Huan frowned, her eyes a little lost, but she also said: “Okay, then…when will you come back?”

“……at night.”

“Well, then I’ll leave with Acheng and the others, you are alone, pay attention to safety, call me if you have anything to do.”

“Ok.”

Qing Huan glanced at her for the last time, still a little confused in her eyes, but Nan Yang said it was a private matter, obviously he didn’t want to ask herself any more. She understands that no matter how close the relationship is, she also needs to leave private space for the other party, so she no longer asks, forcing herself to focus on the next itinerary, catching up with the steps of Ming Wancheng and Qi Yi.

Nanyang watched her go to the checkout counter, walked silently through the no-shopping aisles, and avoided the elevators they would pass by, and walked downstairs step by step from the safe passage.

From the mall, she took a taxi. The master asked her where she was going, and she asked the master, which is the nearest hospital. The master said it was Hokyo Hospital, she said, then go here.

On the way to the taxi, she sent a message to Sun Xuxue, asking her to come to Hojing and find herself at the city hospital.

After arriving at the destination, she paid the master as usual, got off the train with her back straight, took off her mask, and walked into the gate of the city hospital.

Just one step into the door.

She finally released the inner breath that had been holding for two hours, knelt down on one knee, her right hand was violently convulsed, her left hand was tightly covering the heart, and the dazzling and terrible blood spilled from the corner of her nose and lips.

The shoulders and backs that had always been straight swayed, and fell softly, like a mountain crashing and a **** statue breaking. The blood gushing from the nose and mouth spread quickly, swallowing her already limp on the ground into the endless darkness. The bright red wet marks crazily climbed up her snow-white shirt, like countless pairs of **** withered hands sticking out from hell, dragging her, dragging her, and pulling her into the abyss of eternal night.